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He took another large gulp in a second attempt to wash the burn away. It was pretty counter-productive, but he wasn't about to go up to the bar again for a glass of water. He didn't want someone else slithering into his space.

His eyes turned up when a waitress came over, a couple of glasses and a bottle of expensive prosecco in one hand. She had an amused smile on her face.

"You see that man over there?" She nodded to Ciro to the other side of the bar. His tall form made taller by him standing on a chair, waving at them. "Well, he asked me to bring this bottle over to you guys and that he apologises, again."

She set the glasses on the table and poured the bottle as Dick gapped. He was mostly embarrassed about Fleck not being all that impressed by him then guilty. Now he did.

"Before either of you refuse, he already paid it. Besides," she leaned in, "he could probably buy this whole bar and still be rolling in it."

Dick jerked slightly, curling in on the hand as a little bit of wine splashed on the floor. With as frown, he slapped the hand away.

As often as Dick dished out teasing Fleck like this, he could never take it himself.

"It's not my weight that you have to worry about."

He had learned over the years that alcohol tended to flick switches on in him that sober Dick normally had off. It was both a blessing and a curse. Especially when sometimes he discovered switches he never knew he had.

A whole new perspective was put on their relationship. He thought that if Fleck did catch him drooling, it would be when they woke up in the morning. Never did he think he would drool on his boyfriend's chest.

Dick gave Fleck a little nudge, even though he probably needed the luck, and a lot of it. He enjoyed his sleep far too much. Especially was he was in a comfortable bed, snuggled up against his boyfriend, warm, happy and content.

Waking up next to him was one of his favourite things. Even now, after the mortifying revelation that Fleck was very aware that he drools in his sleep.

Caught up in his romantic train of thoughts, he turned and smiled up at Fleck. Then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Dick's breathing slowed when his chin was caught and the tender moment passed between them. A soft, content sigh left his lips when the kiss was broken. It would have been easy to miss.

Eyes opened and vivid blue met warm brown, slightly crossed. He smiled, glowing from the glitter and blush, and lifted his free hand to cup the side of Fleck's neck. He leaned back in to take the gentle kiss back.

Dick had learned a lot about Fleck since a met him. And there were very specific things he learned about Fleck this past couple of months.

There was no other interpretation to what that gasped meant, especially when coupled with the red cheeks.

His own cheeks warmed as he put two and two together.

At the insult, his brows twitched together.

"It is only payback."

He slid his hand up Fleck's back, under his shirt - equally an experiment as it was a punishment. On a day to day basis, his hands were cold, but they were now made freezing from where he had held the ice.